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Juliette.
For here and there on its winding way
Down by dingle and shady nook,
Under the white thorn's dropping spray
Glittered the thread of a slender brook,
And scarce a roebuck's leap beyond,
Close to the brink of its grassy bound,
She heard her lover's chiding hound,
His bugle's merry play.
Oh, it was sweet again to be
Under the free blue skies!
She turned on her pillow restlessly,
And the tears to her sleeping eyes
Came welling up, as the full drops start
At spring's first smile from a fountain's heart.
Down by dingle and shady nook,
Under the white thorn's dropping spray
Glittered the thread of a slender brook,
And scarce a roebuck's leap beyond,
Close to the brink of its grassy bound,
She heard her lover's chiding hound,
His bugle's merry play.
Oh, it was sweet again to be
Under the free blue skies!
She turned on her pillow restlessly,
And the tears to her sleeping eyes
Came welling up, as the full drops start
At spring's first smile from a fountain's heart.
Up rose the maid in her dreamy rest,
And flung a robe o'er her shoulders bare,
And gathered the threads of her floating hair,
Ere, with a foot on the turret stair
She paused, then onward pressed,
As the tones of a soft lute broke again
Through the deeper chords of the voiceful main.
And flung a robe o'er her shoulders bare,
And gathered the threads of her floating hair,
Ere, with a foot on the turret stair
She paused, then onward pressed,
As the tones of a soft lute broke again
Through the deeper chords of the voiceful main.
